yo wassupppp. **spoiler alert** i was in the mood to write smut but there wasn't a real opportunity in this fic so its kind of a fake, half-smut. hope y'all like it anyways, let me know:)) i'm also up for all sorts of requests (wink) and stuff like that, so pm me ! love you guys X
Clary woke up slowly, stretching and savouring the slow feeling of coming back to life. She opened her eyes and… Where the hell was she?! This wasn't her bedroom, with its familiar raspberry pink walls, and this wasn't Izzy's room either, where she was meant to be, with its stylish mirror walls and silver paint… This… This was Jace's room… What had happened last night? Did they… Frickle frackle…?
No… She would remember that.
Nonetheless, Clary blushed, just in time for Jace to come in, bearing a plate of burnt toast and a glass of orange juice. Clary glanced down at herself – she was still dressed, and although she did feel a slight twinge at the thought of being so close to her ultimate goal and being passed out drunk instead of taking advantage of it, she was still quite glad that he hadn't undressed her.
He set the plate and glass down roughly on the side table, making the orange juice spill over the edge and drip slowly towards the floor. He ignored this, but sat on the bed, quite far from her. She shifted closer. He smirked at her. Her stomach flew out of its place and did a loop the loop around the room.
God, she was falling for him. Why was there an open packet of crisps on the floor?
They sat on the bed for a while before Jace cleared his throat. "Izzy texted me and told me she was going to bring back one of her numerous… conquests. So I put you in here instead." Clary just nodded, starting to feel the side effects of the many drinks that she had last night. She flopped back on the bed and curled into a ball. Jace patted her side, which made her body tingle and her back straighten a little bit. He must have noticed because his next sentence was tinged with a smile, a real, genuine smile. "I'll come back in a bit then. Don't mind if I eat your toast, do you?"
"Get me Starbucks," Clary mumbled, retreating back into her nest of blankets.
Jace snorted. Typical white girl, he thought. There was no way he was going to get her Starbucks… No way. He lay back on the bed and unlocked his phone.
A moment later, he stood up and groaned. He was going to get her Starbucks.
Whipped.
Half an hour or so later, Jace was back with a grande latte. He poked Clary awake and handed her the cup. He was being strangely nice to her, Clary thought. What was up with that…? But for the moment, she was just going to enjoy it, and drink her Starbucks.
"Is anyone else awake?"
"Well, seeing as it's currently…" Jace checked his watch, an intricately carved silver affair. "Only six thirty, I don't think so."
Clary moaned. "Why am I awake at this ungodly hour?! What am I going to do for another 4 or so hours, until everyone else wakes up?"
Jace licked his lips. He could think of something…
"You could… uh…" Clary noted that Jace was blushing.
"Are you thinking inappropriate things, Jace Lightwood?"
"No!" he protested. Not very convincingly.
Clary put the latte on the bedside table and got onto her fours, and crawled across the bed towards him. Jace's eyes widened. It was hard to surprise him, but this was like on of this better dreams.
"Um, Clary?"
Clary just licked her lips seductively.
"Holy… shit…."
Clary reached up, grabbed Jace's shirt, and pulled him towards her, pushing her lips against his. Jace surrendered to the kiss, falling onto the bed.
And then stopped daydreaming. He was still standing at the foot of the bed, holding Clary's latte. She was still sound asleep, and could it be…? Snoring? He was going to tease her so badly about that later, he thought.
